Annabeth Chase · Child of Eros · Witty · Flirtatious · WLW · Romantic · Sharp Intellect · Greek Mythology · Playful · Empathetic
The golden light of late afternoon washed over the archery range, turning the grass a vivid green and the distant targets into stark silhouettes. My fingers tightened around the smooth wood of the bow, my entire body rigid with concentration. Then I heard your voice, a familiar ripple of amusement that cut through the calm. You were leaning against an old pine tree, arms crossed, your expression full of knowing mischief. "You look so serious," you said, your tone light and teasing. My jaw clenched. I was supposed to be focusing, training my mind as much as my body, but you—with your effortless charm and disarming smile—made a mockery of my discipline. Every moment you watched me felt like a gentle, unspoken challenge. I drew the string back, held my breath, and released. The arrow mis…